Philza hadn't seen Wibur in almost a year and a half. And he certainly didn't expect to see him in a group home.

"Will?" Phil's voice came out quiet and soft, almost disbelieving.

"Phil?" the tone in which Will said it was heartbreaking. He was curled in a ball in the corner of the room. Long scars went up and down his arms, and multiple bruises were visible. There were also little healed over cuts covering his hands and face. He was dreadfully skinny, he was practically skin and bones."

"What happened to you?" Wilbur seemed at a loss for words so he quickly added, "You don't have to tell me, let's go to the office to get the paperwork, yeah?" Wilbur nodded hesitantly, he stood up gingerly, noticeably wincing with each movement. Phil reached to help him, but he flinched away. They awkwardly made their way to the office, stopping outside of the door.

A couple seconds after knocking, there was a curt "Come in." and they made their way inside. From there it was a haze, the woman handed Phil the file, and he signed a couple dozen papers, and they were off, driving to what Wilbur could only assume to be Phil's house.

Phil shut off the car and Wilbur glanced up, his breathing quickening. "Hey, hey, hey, you're OK. Listen to my breathing." Philza took slow, deliberate breaths, and slowly, Wilbur matched them. "Are you ready to go inside?" Wilbur nodded shakily. They both climbed out. Phil having to mentally restrain himself from helping the younger man. Slowly, they make their way to the front door, Phil unlocks it and steps inside.

Wilbur stepped inside carefully, he wasn't sure what to expect. It certainly wasn't the pristine looking rooms he walked into. Phil slowly led him through the house, labeling all the rooms. Eventually, they made it to Will's room. Phil nervously opened the door.

The room was simple, it had a bed, wardrobe, desk, and bookshelf. The walls were painted a sky blue, the windows had plain white curtains, nothing special, but to Wilbur, it was breathtaking. He had lived the past 432 days of his life in a tiny room with only a couple blankets on the floor as a bed.

"It's not much, we can get some decorations if you want." Phil offered.

"It's perfect, thank you." Wilbur said quietly.

Phil smiled, "Are you hungry? It's about lunch time."

Wibur was hungry. In his previous home he wasn't allowed to eat, the only time he was able to was if he stole it from the pantry. Which always resulted in another beating. He shook his head. He had to earn food, he hadn't earned it yet. Phil looked slightly saddened by this. Did I do something wrong? Should I have said yes? What if he sends me back to ? No, he's dead, I saw his body, he's dead. His mind remained unconvinced.

"How about this." Phil says, interrupting his thoughts. "I'll make enough for two, and you have a little bit, if you're still hungry after that you can keep eating. Does that work?" Wilbur nodded hesitantly. Phil smiles again. The two males walked to the kitchen and Will sat on the couch as Philza made sandwiches. Once it was ready Phil brought it over to the table with an extravagant bow. Wilbur smiled slightly as he got up. His shoulder was killing him, not that he would ever complain. Sitting carefully he waited until Phil started to eat before gingerly grabbing his own meal.

He took a small bite and Phil gave him an encouraging look. Wilbur started to eat a little more, with each nibble his stomach rejoiced. Before long he realized he had finished the entire thing. Panic took hold inside his chest as he glanced up nervously. Phil had also finished and gave Wilbur a huge grin.

"Are you still hungry? I can make more, or I can grab a smaller snack or something." Wilbur shook his head, he had already had too much, the food should have gone to someone who had earned it.

Wilbur tried to ignore the voice, to no avail. "I'm going to go to my room for a bit if that's OK." he whispers.

"OK, I'll be here." Wilbur hastily made his way to his room, his room. It still sounded weird to him. He remembered when he never really had to worry about it, he had his friends, his family, his music. It seemed like a lifetime ago.